Degrees of Bad Photography

I was Graduand Marshal today at our degree ceremony. Tricky little job, with lots of graduands to tell what to do and get into the right place. But in the end it all went very well. I took the tiny camera, which takes wonderful pictures.

But only it you point it in the right direction and press the button at the right time. Two things I singularly failed to do today. The first Honorary Graduate, the actor John Hurt, took his position behind the lecturn barely six feet from me to give his acceptance speech. I took six lovely photographs. Of the lecturn. The second, Dame Tanni Grey-Thompson, was nicely in view but I did not manage to capture her smile (which is very stupid of me because she did smile a lot). I've put the picture in though, I hope that she is not too upset with the result:



Sorry about that, I think I'll stick to landscapes and hotel bathroom switches...

Breakfast for Dummies

I was having breakfast this morning. The pack of was adorned with a picture of a bowl containing the cereal and some milk along with a spoon. It as also captioned "Serving Suggesting". Well, duh.

Buy this record

Bought the record at Christmas. Listened to it a bit and then it drifted to the back of the media player for some reason. Found the file again today and gave it another hearing. And by gum it is good. Rush and and buy (or stay in and download) a copy. Now.

In case you are wondering what I'm going on about, the record is "Speak for Yourself" by Imogen Heap who has a really good blog too.

A Life of Sundays

I really like our Sundays. I like the idea that you don't have to do much (or at least in my case people have probably given up asking me to do things on Sunday). They are a chance to do something which may or may not be useful, either way it doesn't matter - it is Sunday after all. You can also meet up with friends and family and also have a good lunch.

I think a life of Sundays would be rather nice.

Take the camera shopping

I always take the camera when I go shopping. Every now and then you get the chance of a nice picture, and it is useful to be able to record it.

City Hall is looking rather fine. I suppose the ladies sat there symbolise something, but I've no idea what